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PHENOMENAL 

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A Phenomenal 
Fauna 

Bjr CAROLYN WELLS 

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1902 
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CopyTlght, 1901, 1902 
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By ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL 



Books By 

CAROLYN WELLS 

Children of Our To%vi\ The Merry-Go-R.ound 
Abeniki Caldwell A PhenomeniiLl Fauna. 



THE REG'LAR LARK 

THE Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird; 
At sunrise often may his voice be heard 
As jauntily he wends his homeward way, 
And trills a fresh and merry roundelay. 
And some old, wise philosopher has said: 
Rise with a lark, and with a lark to bed. 



THE HUMBUG 

ALTHOUGH a learned Entomologist 
May doubt if Humbugs really do exist, 
Yet each of us, I'm sure, can truly say 
We've seen a number of them in our day. 
But are they real? — well, a mind judicial 
Perhaps would call them false and artificial. 



THE POPPYCOCK 

THE Poppycock's a fowl of English breed, 
And therefore many think him fine indeed. 
Credulous people's ears he would regale, 
And so he crows aloud and spreads his tale. 
But he is stuffed with vain and worthless words; 
Fine feathers do not always make fine birds. 



THE HAYCOCK 

THE Haycock cannot crow; he has no brains, 
No, — not enough to go in when it rains. 
He is not gamy,— fighting's not his forte, 
A Haycock fight is just no sort of sport. 
Down in the meadow all day long he'll bide, 
(That is a little hay-hen by his side.) 



THE POWDER MONKEY 

A Theory, by scientists defended, 
Declares that we from monkeys are descended. 
This being thus, we therefore clearly see 
The Powder-Monkey heads some pedigree. 
Ah, yes, — from him descend by evolution, 
The Dames and Daughters of the Revolution. 



THE TREE CALF 

THE sportive Tree Calf here we see, 
He builds his nest up in a tree; 
To this strange dwelling-place he cleaves 
Because he is so fond of leaves. 
*Twas his ancestral cow, I trow, 
Jumped o'er the moon, so long ago. 
But he is not so great a rover, 
Though at the last he runs to cover. 



THE MILITARY FROG 

THE Military Frog, as well you know, 
Is the famed one who would a-wooing go. 
And on the soldier's manly breast displayed. 
He wins the heart of every blushing maid. 
But, as a frog, I think he's incomplete. 
He has no good hind legs that we may eat. 



THE FEATHER BOA 

THIS animal of which I speak 
Is a most curious sort of freak. 
Though Serpent would its form describe, 
Yet it is of the feathered tribe. 
And 'tis the snake, I do believe, 
That tempted poor old Mother Eve, 
For never woman did exist 
Who could its subtle charm resist. 



THE BRICK BAT 

OFT through the stillness of the summer night 
We see the Brick Bat take his rapid flight. 
And, with unerring aim, descending straight, 
He meets a cat on the back garden gate. 
The little Brick Bat could not fly alone, — 
Oh, no; there is a power behind the thrown. 



THE CAT O' NINE TAILS 

THE Cat O' Nine Tails is not very nice, — 
No good at all at catching rats and mice; 
She eats no fish, though living on the sea. 
And no one's friend or pet she seems to be. 
Yet oft she makes it lively for poor Jack, — 
Curls round his legs, and jumps upon his back. 



THE ROUND ROBIN 

HERE'S the Round Robin, round as any ball ; 
You scarce can see his head or tail at all. 
He's not a carrier-pigeon, though he brings 
Important messages beneath his wings. 
And 'tis this freak of ornithology 
They mean who say, *'A little bird told me." 



THE IRON SPIDER 

THE Iron Spider is an insect strange, 
He loves to stand upon a red-hot range. 
Unlike his race, he's not an octoped. 
He has but three legs and he has no head. 
Had this but been the kind Miss Muffet saw 
'Twould not have filled the maiden with such awe> 



THE BOOKWORM 

THE Bookworm's an uninteresting grub, 
Whether he's all alone or in a club. 
Of stupid books which seem to us a bore, 
The Bookworm will devour the very core. 
Did Solomon or somebody affirm 
The early reed-bird catches the bookworm? 



THE BLACK SHEEP 

THE Black Sheep is a beast all men should shun- 
He has no fleece yet fleeces every one; 
Though without horns, oft with a horn he's seen; 
Though not a lamb, he gambles on the green. 
Perhaps he's not a sheep, as some suggest. 
But a grim wolf who's in sheep's clothing dressed. 



TIME FLIES 

TIME Flies are well-known insects; sages claim 
That Tempus Fugit is their rightful name. 
When we're on idleness or pleasure bent, 
They sting our conscience and our fun prevent. 
We hear them winter mornings ere we rise, 
And oft in fly-time we observe Time Flies. 



THE APPLE BEE 

IN country villages is found 
The Apple Bee with buzzing sound. 
And when our ears it does regale 
We find a sting is in its tale. 
As to its food, — the Apple Bee 
Is fond of doughnuts, cheese and te_ . 



THE WELSH RABBIT 

SEE the Welsh Rabbit — he is bred on cheese ; 
(Or cheese on bread, whichever way you please.) 
Although he's tough, he looks so mild, who'd think 
That a strong man from this small beast would shrink ? 
But close behind him follows the nightmare. 
Beware of them, they are a frightful pair. 



THE CRICKET BAT 

THE Cricket Bat is very often seen 
Flying perchance around the village green; 
But unlike many other bats, its flight 
Is always made by day and not by night. 
There may be one exception though, — and that 
Is when it's aimed at some stray neighboring Cat. 




COMMON 
SWALLOW 





THE COMMON SWALLOW 

THE Common Swallow is so swift of flight, 
We scarcely see him ere he's out of sight. 
One does not make a summer, it is true. 
But many of them cause a fall or two. 
The Swallow s strong w^hen he is in his prime, 
And yet a man can down him every time. 



THE TOMAHAWK 

THE Tomahawk's a fearsome bird, we deem ; 
Though feathered tribes hold him in great esteem; 
A bird of prey, he whizzes through the air, 
And clutches his pale victim by the hair. 
Gory and grewsome, — he is the mainstay 
Of the historic novel of to-day. 



THE JAIL-BIRD 

THIS is a Jail-bird. Isn't it a shame 
To keep him in a cage and try to tame 
His wild desires for freedom? See him droop 
Behind his bars. He wants to fly the coop. 
But to beguile his tedious, lonely hours 
Kind ladies bring him nosegays of bright flowers. 



THE ROYAL SEAL 

THIS noble beast's impressive form is seen 
'Mong the possessions of a king or queen. 
Hard-favored, yet so valuable is he, 
He's ever kept beneath a lock and key. 
And, since his temper can't find vent in speech, 
He stamps and punches everything in reach. 



THE FIRE DOGS 

HERE are two Fire Dogs — they are queer, indeed; 
They seem to come of a three-legged breed. 
They have no tails, their bark is on their back; 
They hunt in couples, never in a pack. 
The day's work over, 'tis a pleasant sight 
To find them waiting by the fire at night. 



THE MACKEREL KIT 

THIS funny little Mackerel Kit 
Is not like other cats a bit; 
She cannot mew or scratch or purr, 
She has no whiskers and no fur. 
Yet, like all cats, her dearest wish 
Is just to be filled up with fish; 
But (and this isn't so feline) 
She always takes them steeped in brine. 



GOLF LYNX 

THIS is the merry Golf Lynx, as you see; 
An amiable beast, and fond of tee. 
Indigenous to all the country round. 
His snaky length lies prone along the ground. 
It is the fashion o'er this beast to rave. 
But have a care, lest you become his slave. 



THE TRAVELING CRANE 

THE Traveling Crane's a bird, of course, \ 
Yet he possesses wondrous force. i 

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A bird of burden he must be, I 

He lifts and pulls so mightily. 

And sometimes he will grasp his prey, 

And with it rise and soar away. 

His plumage is not fine, but then, 

He's of the greatest use to men. 



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THE FLYING BUTTRESS 

THE Flying Buttress, every day and night, 
Continues in his long, unwearied flight. 
He's not a song-bird, but he's said to be 
Famed for his beauty and his Symmetry. 
He frequents an old abbey or a manse; 
The ostrich eats him if he gets a chance. 




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THE SEA PUSS 

IN ocean waters the Sea Puss is found, 
Cat-like, forever chasing round and round. 
She has no claws, but crouching sly and low 
She stealthily puts out her undertow. 
And when an old seadog comes in her way 
I'll warrant you there is the deuce to pay! 



THE BATTERING RAM 

THIS is the Battering Ram, a fearful beast, 
I think he weighs a thousand tons at least 
Stronger than any other kind of butter, 
He goes his way calmly, without a flutter. 
Big as an elephant, bigger than a horse. 
He seems the best example of brute force. 



THE SPRING CHICKEN 

HERE'S the Spring Chicken. I have heard 
They manufacture this queer bird 
From bits of leather and of strings 
All joined and worked by tiny springs. 
Whenever this fine fowl is broiled, 
Each of his springs should be well oiled, 
Or he may spring across the room 
And plunge his carver into gloom. 



THE SHUTTLECOCK 

THE Shuttlecock's a handsome fowl to see, 
His feathers grow straight upward like a tree. 
He cannot crow, but oftentimes his flight 
Will reach up to a most astounding height. 
He is a gamecock, and, in fighting trim, 
There are not many birds that equal him. 



THE* SAW-BUCK 

THE Saw-Buck is a fearsome beast. 
The tramp objects to it, at least. 
When to the housewife he applies 
For coffee or for apple-pies, 
Right speedily he'll turn and leave her 
When he is seized with Saw-Buck Fever. 



THE PIGEON TOAD 

THE Pigeon Toad's a funny little beast, 
He's found in every land from West to East. 
The children bring him in, to our amaze, 
And though we try to turn him out, he stays. 
He's never seen with soldiers, nor with fops, 
But with the schoolboys how he jumps and hops. 



THE GOLDEN BUCK 

PERHAPS because it's easily approached, 
The Golden Buck's a game that's often poached. 
'Tis sometimes mild, again 'tis strong and hearty, 
It may be found at many a gay stag-party. 
No branching antlers this strange beast adorn, 
But with the Golden Buck we take a horn. 



THE BUMBLE PUPPY 

THIS is the Bumblepuppy. He's quite tame, 
Although he's said to be a sort of game. 
You scorn him, yet you must — ah, there's the rub- 
Accept him at your table or your club. 
He has his points, yet he's a pest, indeed; 
I would we could exterminate the breed. 




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THE WATCH DOG 

THIS useful animal we keep 
To guard our treasure while we sleep, 
A pointer, not a setter, yet 
He's of no use unless he's set. 
Gaze on his open, honest face, — 
There's no deception in his case. 
He is attached to us, 'tis plain. 
Though often by a slender chain. 



THE GOLD EAGLE 

HERE'S the Gold Eagle. Very rare. 
They say 
This bird is worth ten dollars any day. 
He has no wings, apparently, yet I 
Or you, or anyone can make him fly. 
He's very powerful — held in great esteem; 
And money talks, so let the eagle scream. 



THE BUGBEAR 

OF all the fearsome beast? beneath the sun 
The Bugbear is the most appalling one. 
At night he comes and hovers o'er our bed, 
Filling us with a nameless fear and dread. 
He is not half so terrible by day — 
Sometimes he shrinks and dwindles quite away. 



THE IRISH BULL 

AMONG the stock jokes it is oft averred 
The Irish Bull is best of all the heard. 
He has no points, he has no head or tail, 
But many a jovial party he'll regale. 
And all his hearers will with laughter choke. 
Except his brother John, who sees no joke. 



THE JAY 

TIS very strange, and yet, upon my word. 
This silly fellow thinks he is a bird! 
He lives on hayseed, — everywhere he's found. 
But in the country he does most abound. 
And at the approach of winter, (more's the pity), 
A flock of jays will migrate to the city. 



rOREBEARS 

nISLED by certain signs of form and shape, 
Some think we are descended from the ape. 
But recent science now the truth declares 
The human race descended from Forebears. 
And since we're so incHned to war, I'll wager 
One of our Forebears was the Ursa Major. 



THE HIGH HORSE 

THE High Horse often takes a foremost place 
Among the winners of the human race. 
They say one needs both brawn and brain to ride him, 
And even then 'tis very hard to guide him. 
His jockeys gaily prance and boldly scoff, 
But soon or late they're sure to tumble off. 



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